This is a song about "My niiga"

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My own unknown is my enemy,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Grab my knife and my gun

I'm caged up in state prison

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.